I like bad humor [hence the screen name...], good friends, a good cuppa drank, and getting outside muh'self with music. I like losing myself in beautiful things- on the written page, played on a streetcorner, filtering through the clouds, or in a new friend, to name a few. I like being around people who make me think or laugh or both. Cynicism sneaks up through me, and trying to be realistic can be my undoing as well. Under the wrong circumstances, laziness prevails, but in the right ones, sleep becomes optional. Plus, there's so much fun to be had in the wide world...

Somehow I got outta college, but work as a coffee jerk while I'm trying to figure out what next (Law school? Arguing is fun.) I walk a lot, think a lot, play music a lot, read a lot, and occasionally fall into a bad TV show or a dive bar. Also, the infinite morass of the internets seems to take up a bit of time. In all, I'm just looking for the next good thing...

Saying possibly offensive things. Making people feel at ease when not saying aforementioned offensive things. Quick retorts, bad puns, coming up with a horrible musical parody of whatever you just said. Instantly applying "that's what you're momma said" after what you just said. Trying to not be white. Falling into deep conversations about wildly changing topics. Calling asinine plays while watching others play asinine games. Sleeping in late. Empathy (which can be one hellava double edged sword.) Starting writing heartbreakingly beautiful songs. Forgetting where I put the lyric sheets at, and then tripping over and breaking my guitar. Thinking about dancing more.

The stench of success.

Favorites seems so limiting for any of this... so here's a woefully incomplete sketch:
Them Books: Anything Borges, Steinbeck, Bob Woodward, David Sedaris, and any random history. And I'll be damned if Gone With the Wind wasn't a half decent book.
Big Screen: The Royal Tennenbaums, Rushmore, The Blues Brothers, The Muppet Movie, Fight Club, The Seventh Seal, Let the Right One In, Princess Mononoke, Amelie, The Shawshank Redemption, Boondock Saints, LOTR, Star Wars, The Razor's Edge, Lost in Translation, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
Small Screen: Arrested Development, House, Wonder Showzen, The Simpsons, American Idol (shame- bah!) The Streets of San Francisco, Glee(bah again!) Conan (the O'Brien).
Dem' Tunes: Gillian Welch, David Rawlings (I know, I know), Extra Action Marching Band, Led Zeppelin, Radiohead, Tom Waits, Ratatat, Explosions in the Sky, Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem, Paul Simon, Dr. John, James Brown, The Kinks, The Beatles, Fishtank Ensemble, Doc Watson, Garth Brooks (Bah...?) Tower of Power, Sharon Jones and the Dap- Kings, Amy Winehouse, Gershwin, Bach, Ravel, The Meters, so much other assorted blues, bluegrass, funk, classical, and my own damn self. And, the wind in the trees on a fall day.
Eats: Basically anything with meat and veggies smothered in a sauce- for starters, Thai, Indian, Chicken Burritos, and attempting to make suchlike at home. Really, I'll eat about anything, and love to find places I haven't been serving food I don't know and giving them a whirl, which is a habit the Bay area supports effortlessly.

oxygen, water, air pressurization of earth's atmosphere, lard, blood vessels, and your mom.
Or for a more personalized version-
1. Friends and family- even those whose paths I don't cross often enough.
2. Music. Listening to, experiencing, playing. It might just be the closest belief I have in the Divine.
3. Knowing where I've come from, and finding out the same about others.
4. Being able to feel creative.
5. Kindness. Both in myself and others.
6. Hope for a better tomorrow.

How not to think as much and git more goddam done. Then I obsess over my horrible punctuation and spelling.

Typical? Maybe watching a movie with friends. Out at a bar. Out at a show. Sitting somewhere, pondering politics/music/ that dude who's sitting next to me with the slatted glasses and hoping we don't like the same bands. Or, if I'm really unlucky (app 50%), working. No matter where I'm at, I'm probably being damn snarky as hell, and looking for accomplices.

My butt hurts. Sitting while typing this much self serving crap realllly messes with the posterior.

You think this is at all serious. I can disabuse you of your notions right quick.
Or if you want to get into a painfully long talk about how fucking brilliant Andy Kaufman was. Or, trying to pull off some shit just like him.
Or, if you think this is all just bluster covering for something else and kinda wonder what that "else" is.